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You stopped to inspect the marks. Lone man saw you and leaped closer to you.

"What are these marks? Did you make this?" You asked.

He shook his head and said, "No, it was made by my brother."

"Your brother?" You asked in disbelief. "Spill it out."

"He's just like my mother, unfortunately. They've lost sanity. All they know is to kill any living thing that comes in their way. These marks," He tried to touch it, but his fingers disappeared under the light, "He designed it to lure victims to his house."

But what makes Lone man different from them? It was the same question that has bugged you ever since. You decided to ask him.

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